"Not good." Yan Murong saw that Herrera was not moving, and suddenly felt bad, squatted down, probed Herrera's snort with his fingers, and found that this guy had stopped breathing.

In China, there is a kind of profound martial arts called Turtle Breath Gong, that is, relying on profound internal strength to turn external breathing into internal breathing, which is a kind of pretending to be dead to save life, and it is said that those with profound internal strength can pretend to be dead for a year and a half without a problem.

Yan Murong naturally didn't believe that this bull-like foreigner would do this kind of kung fu, but he still couldn't help but touch the artery in the other party's neck with his hand, and after a while, he stood up and shook his head with a sigh. "This guy is really weird."

"Dead?" Looking at Herrera, whose face gradually turned cyan, Li Chuang asked in surprise.

"Dead." Yan Murong smiled bitterly and shook his head. "I didn't think that he would end his life in this way - I have seen many suicides, but the number one suicide in the world is definitely the number one in the world."

"What do you mean?" Luo Chun, a cool and boundless man, also came over, looked at Yan Murong and asked suspiciously.

Obviously, he didn't see how the foreign killer committed suicide.

"Actively turn off the respiratory system, and when the oxygen is exhausted, he dies." Yan Murong explained.

"What does that mean?" Luo Chun asked.

"In other words, this guy is suffocating himself." Yan Murong shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Indeed, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed that anyone would have ended his life in this way.

Holding your breath and suffocating yourself to death is simply impossible.

Scientific studies have shown that it is impossible for humans to end their lives in this way, but this Herrera is a wonder.

Suicide is not scary, it is scary to commit suicide in this way.

Yan Murong thought that he couldn't do it. Even if you hold your breath, when you reach a certain level, you will unconsciously take a breath in.

This is a unique survival instinct of human beings, which is innate, and it is no less difficult to forget this instinct than the Chinese men's football team kicking the five-star Brazil ten to zero in the World Cup final.

“――”

The crowd was collectively speechless, feeling incredulous at this way of ending their lives.

"What about the corpse?" Li Chuang asked. The weather in Yanjing is so hot, if the body is not disposed of in time, it is estimated that it will not take long for it to become stinky.

"Of course, it was sent back to his master." Yan Murong said with a smile.

"Do you know who it is?" Teng Xiangling walked over, glanced at Herrera, whose body was already stiff, and said with a frown. "Wouldn't it be too risky?"

"It's them who take the risk." Yan Murong said. "I still can't think of anyone who wants to kill me, but although this guy is dead, he still has some use."

"You're going to use him to lure the people behind him out?" Teng Xiangling asked suspiciously. "That doesn't work, does it?"

Indeed, this is not a no-go.

What is Yanjing? In the capital of China, even if an ordinary person dies, it will attract attention, not to mention that it is a foreigner who dies.

At this time, whoever jumps out to claim the corpse is really impatient.

Yan Murong was just thinking about it, his idea was really naïve to be honest, he didn't think that anyone would come to claim the corpse, as for what happened to this Herrera in the end, he didn't care, but he wanted to use this corpse to ring the alarm bell for the people behind him-

The night breeze blows slowly, bringing a touch of cool pleasure in this hot summer day.

It is only in the middle of the night that this wonderful feeling can be experienced.

Although it is already twelve o'clock in the evening, the streets of Yanjing are still lively, the rooftops on both sides of the road are lit up with neon, illuminating the entire street colorfully, and the car owners who are rushing home or ready to go to the nightlife to indulge themselves are driving cars, constantly shuttling through the streets, making the otherwise quiet night a little more noisy.

Li Chuang protected Teng Xiangling and drove away first, Luo Chun went to dispose of the body, Yan Murong refused Li Chuang's kindness to drive him, and walked alone on the street, looking at the night view of Yanjing while walking.

Looking at a young couple holding each other's arms walking by from time to time on the side of the street, Yan Murong suddenly felt a little melancholy.

He didn't know where that feeling came from, but he just had it.

Yes, he was somewhat envious of these people.

They don't have a big family, they don't have a fancy car, they don't have the countless numbers on their bank accounts.

During the day, they are busy making a living and running around the huge Yanjing City, but at night, they can bring their girlfriends or wives and children, and the family of three can enjoy the tranquility after a day of traveling.

Yan Murong was really envious of them.

At least, they live very really.

Laugh when you're happy, cry when you're sad, drink when you want to vent, and fall asleep when you want to sleep.

Perhaps, their lives have been set, and everything is carried out according to the trajectory of life every day - and their ideals are very simple.

Have a house that is not big or small, find a partner who loves you or your love, and then concentrate on going to work to make money, supporting your family, you can consider having a child at the right time, and then do your best to raise the child, and when you retire, you can enjoy the family fun of your children and grandchildren around your knees.

These are all envied by Yan Murong, but he can only envy them.

Even he couldn't see the road ahead clearly, but he knew that the road ahead of him was not easy to follow—maybe it was a mountain of swords, maybe it was a sea of fire.

Every step requires him to walk carefully, and if he makes a mistake, his life will be gone.

"Damn, it's good to take the route of missing hearts and eyes, what are you doing so sensational." After thinking about it for a long time, Yan Murong finally shook his head and scolded himself with a smile.

A strong aroma wafted into Yan Murong's nostrils, and following the aroma, Yan Murong found that there was a barbecue stall in business in an open space not far in front of him, with many white plastic tables and chairs in the open space, many empty beer bottles piled aside, and many people sitting there, eating barbecue while talking about the mountains, looking extremely happy.

So, Yan Murong raised his legs and walked towards the barbecue stall.

Choked by Yan Cangyuan's thunder at night, Yan Murong didn't eat enough at all, this night was a car and a cornfield, that bit of energy had already been consumed, and now seeing that there was a barbecue stall and smelling the tempting aroma, Yan Murong felt that his stomach began to protest.

Perhaps, this is also a way to relax yourself. Yan Murong thought to herself.

PS: I went out in the morning for a morning, I was tired and half dead, I wanted to sleep at noon, but I was so lazy that I didn't think about it when I fell asleep, so I just coded it.